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Monday, June 17, 2019

As Her Light Dimmed




She left me; 
hand cupped for more,
ready to accept her departure
with tearful streams
and gentle nudges

yet,

my time never
caressed her dying fingers
nor ran my own through
thinning hair
as her light dimmed,

faded into 
morphine-blurred moments
before she slipped away 
without thought.

Perhaps it was best.

I miss her.




© Pamela A. Lamppa
April 2019
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